Sovereign

Toil away in the dirt where you peasants belong
Slaving away from the dusk until the dawn
Harvesting crops of which you cannot afford
Good little cogs in a machine of discord

Their maws are agape with disgust and disdain
For this sovereign perverse and his pretentious claim
A tyrant enthroned by those chanting his name
Coaxing them all into shallowest graves

Work
Eat
Sleep
Breed more slaves

Work
Eat
Sleep
Breed more slaves

Work
Sleep
Breed more slaves!

Work
Sleep
Breed more slaves!

Beating them into submission the second they step out of line
Culling their independence making them think of one mind
Breeding their ignorance keeps the fucking profits high
Making them feel they chose this is the greatest trick of all time

Work!
Breed more slaves!

Work!
Breed more slaves!

Work!
Breed more slaves!

Work!
Breed more slaves!

Coaxing their last fucking dollar to pave your new streets
Impoverished enough already don't you fucking think?
Impossible as it is just for them to get by
Let's sell them something else they simply must try!

Their jaws hit the floor with disappointed disdain
How can this sovereign perverse continue his reign?
A tyrant enthroned by those fooled by his game
Coaxing them all into digging their own graves



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Lewis
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